Clustered in the corner of rusty window panes
was a butterfly...
Mom may I go out to play
yes but stay away...
Come take my hand
we will fight for your lands...
The further I run,
the deeper I'm in...
My neighborhoods costume
is the wild west with...
How would it feel to love you,
take you out of your misery...
Sometimes I get so giddy on possibility
that I spin wildly with the world...
Once you start you cannot forfeit;
you must play it out until the end...
Quietly spoken with a smile,
sweet words, come here my little fawn...
The more I want you to forsake
this paper...
I could feel my heart folding itself
like one of those kirigami stars...
A cold breeze rushes past me,
sending chills down my spine...